Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2017 21:55:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads
Subject: Sporting Woody, Part 9 (gay/incest)
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SPORTING WOODY
PART 9
"Where the hell have you been?" I yelled at Bear when I finally saw him
walking toward my house.
"Getting a video for you," Bear replied.
"What?"
"Have a look." Bear pulled his phone out of his pocked, tapped it a few
times, and held it out to me.
I took the phone from Bear and my jaw dropped. There on screen was my
dad. On all fours. Naked as the day he was born. With Coach Dieter pounding
his cock into Dad's ass. Dad sucking eagerly on Old Coach Dieter's
cock. "Fuck," I muttered.
"Hot, ain't it? Didn't take Dad and Grandpa long to get him started," Bear
laughed.
"What you looking at?" my own grandpa asked, coming out of the house and
stepping up behind me.
"Nothing, Gramps," I said, quickly shoving the phone back into Bear's
hands.
"Just porn," Bear laughed, making my eyes bug out.
"In my day, you had to buy magazines and use your imagination," Grandpa
laughed.
"Gramps!" I replied with mock disapproval. "I thought you were at church."
"Didn't feel like it," Grandpa replied. "Think I'll take a walk,
though. Don't go getting into trouble, or I'll never hear the end of it."
"We won't," I assured him.
"Later, Mr. Wharton." Grandpa gave a dismissive wave and walked away from
the house. Bear waited for him to get out of earshot before asking, "Think
he's going to the park toilet?"
"I wouldn't be surprised," I laughed. "Let me see that video again."
"If you're good," Bear laughed, pushing past me and entering my house.
*****
"Oh yeah, this feels good," Bear moaned a little while later as he steadily
slipped his cock in and out of my ass. "Wonder if your dad's ass felt as
good on my dad's cock."
"Guess you'll have to ask him," I replied absently. I was on all fours on
my bed, and Bear was fucking me doggy style. Firmly holding my hips and
sliding me back onto his cock as he shoved it into me. Filling me. Pounding
me. It felt good as always, but I was really too busy watching the video of
dad getting fucked by the Dieters to pay much attention. I had the phone
resting on my pillow in front of me and quickly started the video over
every time it finished.
"You sure do like that video," Bear grunted when I started it yet again. It
didn't seem to bother him too much though. He kept slipping me his cock at
a steady rhythm. "Oh yeah," he groaned when I clenched my ass muscles to
show I wasn't ignoring him. "That's it, buddy. Oh yeah, take my cock."
"I thought I was," I laughed.
"Feels a bit like you'd rather watch your dad get spit-roasted than get
fucked yourself," Bear observed. He was a bit gruff, and I wasn't sure
whether it was from the exertion of fucking my ass or if he was actually
getting annoyed that I was watching the video.
"Getting fucked. Definitely," I said, quickly reaching out and flipping
over the phone before starting my own rocking motion to thrust my ass back
onto Bear's cock.
"That's better," Bear moaned as we settled into a steady rocking fucking
motion. "Oh god," he grunted when I started flexing my ass muscles on his
cock as it continued to glide in and out of me. "You've got the best butt,
bud," he grunted.
"So I've heard," I laughed. "Your cock ain't so bad either."
"Fuck you," he moaned.
"Harder," I ordered.
"Oh yeah."
"Come on, Bear, fuck my ass. Ram that cock into me. That's it. Fuck me,
Bear. Show me which Dieter has the best peter."
"I'll fucking show you," Bear growled as his fingers dug into my hips and
he really began pistoning his raging boner in and out of my ass. It was so
fast and hard that it nearly shoved me over forward, but I adjusted my
hands for better balance and took the pounding.
"Oh god, yeah, Bear, that's it. Fuck my ass, bud. Fuck me. Fuck me like
your dad was fucking my dad."
"It was so fucking hot watching them," Bear grunted. "I wanted to join
them. Wanted to do this to your dad."
"I'm surprised you didn't," I laughed.
"Didn't want to deprive you," Bear groan. "Oh fuck, Woody, I'm gonna cum."
"About time," I moaned, ramming my ass back onto Bear's meat.
"I'M GONNA CUM," he roared.
"DO IT!" I ordered. "FILL MY ASS, BEAR! CUM! CUM!"
"OH GOD YES!" he bellowed as he quickly leaned forward to grab me by the
shoulders, shove his cock deep inside my ass, and hold us in motionless
union as his cum began to plaster my insides.
"CUM, BUDDY, CUM!" I growled as I clenched and unclenched my asshole.
"OH, SHIT! DON'T! DON'T!"
"Can't take it?" I asked coyly.
"FUCK YOU!" Bear growled between clenched teeth, and then he suddenly began
rabbit-fucking my ass. Fast. Fast. Faster. "OH FUCK," he moaned. "OH FUCK!"
He suddenly froze again for a moment. We both held our breath. "Fuck," he
hissed as his body suddenly went limp and he collapsed onto my
back. "You're the best, Woody."
"You're not bad yourself," I laughed, rolling us over on our sides with
Bear's spent cock still inside me.
Bear just nestled closer to spoon me and wrap his arms tightly around
me. "I could get used to this," he whispered in my ear. I tensed up a bit,
suddenly wondering what he was getting at. "Sunday morning fucks," he added
casually.
"Might have to get used to it," I laughed, relaxing again, "especially if
our dads set up their own Sunday morning fuck sessions now."
Bear's breathing finally slowed down, and I could feel his body relaxing as
his dick began to retract. "So," he finally said, "are you going to fuck
with your dad or what?"
"What's it to you?" I laughed.
"Just curious. Wondering if you're just perving on my own family fun or if
you've got the balls to make some family fun of your own."
"I told you Grandpa's sucked me in the park," I replied.
"Without him knowing it," Bear corrected. "Not the same thing."
"Fuck you," I said, suddenly getting defensive for some reason. I shoved
Bear back and felt his softened dick pop out of my ass. I jumped out of bed
and quickly pulled on a jockstrap, shorts, and a T-shirt.
"I guess that wasn't an offer," Bear replied as he started to get dressed
as well.
*****
I couldn't get the video of Dad being spit-roasted out of my head. It just
kept replaying and replaying all the way to the park. As we passed the
public restroom, Bear nodded at my crotch and said, "You should go do
something about that, or you'll never get your mind on the game."
I looked down at the outline of my straining hardon and grinned at Bear. "I
guess so."
"Need any help?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I think I can manage this time. You'd better go get some extra ball
practice while you can," I laughed.
"I'd rather play with your balls," he replied before he started off toward
the basketball court.
I shook my head and entered the restroom, planning on just a quick jerkoff
to release the pressure. I stepped up to a urinal, unzipped, and released
my raging cock from its jockstrap confines. I took a deep breath and
exhaled loudly as I began slowly stroking my cock. Naturally, images of
Dad's video popped into my head immediately and the precum started
flowing. "Mmmmm," I sighed.
A sudden foot tapping nearly made me jump out of my skin. I let go of my
cock as I spun around, and it pointed directly at the cubicles. I bent over
slightly and saw Grandpa's Sunday shoes in the receiving cubicle. A smile
spread across my face, and I resumed slowly stroking my cock as I walked
over to the empty cubicle.
In spite of the urge just to shove my cock through the gloryhole, I paused
to lock the cubicle door, and then I sat down casually to wait for the
signal that Grandpa was ready to begin. My heart nearly stopped when,
during that pause, Bear stepped into the restroom and called out, "Hurry
up, Woody. I haven't got all day!" I could just picture his dirty grin as
he dribbled his way back to the basketball court.
Silence filled the restroom, and I could have killed Bear in that
moment. The silence grew longer and longer. Finally, I cleared my throat to
remind the receiver, my grandpa, that I was interested in a blowjob. I even
tapped my foot. Nothing. I stared at the gloryhole, waiting for Gramps to
put his finger through as an invitation. Nothing. I cleared my throat
again. Nothing. Suddenly, without thinking, I found myself extending my own
hand toward the gloryhole, sticking my finger through, and casually running
it along the bottom edge of the hole.
I pulled my finger back and held my breath. My heart was beating a mile a
minute. Bear's taunt about me just perving on his family fun and not having
the balls to openly pursue my own family fun swam around my brain. I knew I
wanted it. Hell, I'd perved on Grandpa ever since we'd moved to this town,
and I loved feeding him my cum anonymously on multiple occasions. Was I too
much of a wuss to tell him publicly how much I wanted and enjoyed it? To
let him know his own grandson was desperate to have sex with him? Was I
willing to risk fucking up our relationship by cornering him in a public
restroom and begging him for more? All of those thoughts were bouncing
around my brain as I finally got up the nerve to whisper, "Please, Gramps."
Grandpa caught his breath, and then the extended silence resumed.
"I want to do this," I said. "I want to suck your dick."
"Watch you language, Woody!" It was an automatic reaction, and it made me
laugh, but I could also hear Grandpa quickly clasping his hand over his
mouth. I slowly returned my finger to the gloryhole and repeated my
nonverbal invitation. After a moment, Grandpa said, "Please don't,
Woody. I'm sorry you found out. Don't make fun of me."
"Make fun of you? I wish I could give blowjobs half as good as you do!"
"What do you mean?" Grandpa asked.
"Uh, well," I stammered, "you've given me a few in the past months."
"I didn't know!" Grandpa protested.
"I didn't know the first time either, but when I found out, it didn't stop
me from coming back for another. And another. And another."
"How did you find out?"
"Saw you leaving."
"Shit."
"Watch your language, Gramps," I laughed. "Bear enjoys your work too," I
assured him without thinking.
"You didn't tell him?!"
"Uh, yeah, sorry about that, it just slipped out. He was going on about how
great the mysterious park restroom cocksucker was, and I just blurted out
that it was my own grandpa. I wanted to impress him."
"Oh god, who else have you told?"
"No one, and Bear's cool with it. We both are. He'd be in here right now if
I hadn't beat him to it. Please, Grandpa," I begged, continuing to rub my
finger along the edge of the gloryhole.
"I can't, Woody."
"Oh, I didn't know. Sorry."
"I can," Grandpa laughed, "just not with you."
"Well, you already have, so that's no excuse. Well, you've sucked me,
anyway, so it's time I returned the favor." I pulled my finger back, leaned
forward, and stuck my tongue through the gloryhole. I flicked it about,
waiting for Grandpa to respond. Wanting for Grandpa to respond. Wishing for
Grandpa to respond.
"Are you sure about this?" Grandpa finally asked softly and nervously.
"Look, Gramps," I said sitting back, "if you're worried about warping me,
don't be. I knew before we moved here that I was gay. I like dick. I've
sucked other dicks here, but never yours. Please, Gramps. I really want
it." I hesitated before putting my mouth back to the gloryhole. "I need
it," I whispered before sticking out my tongue.
I waited and waited. Finally, Grandpa made some noise shifting around, and
then I felt the tip of his cock touch my outstretched tongue. "Oh god," he
groaned as I worked my tongue frantically to get the head wet and pull it
into my mouth. "I'm sorry," he sighed as I felt him slowly pushing his cock
through the hole and into my mouth.
"I'm not," I mumbled around the incoming shaft before surrendering to the
long-awaited invasion. I felt the ridge on the underside sliding across my
tongue as the head pushed deeper into my mouth. I tightened my lips around
the shaft and let Gramps continue to take charge. It wasn't the largest
dick I'd ever taken, but it was respectable, and it tasted even better
because it was my own grandpa's cock.
"Oh, Woody," he sighed when he was entirely inside my mouth. He paused for
a moment and then started to withdraw. I could taste the trail of sweet
precum he left on my tongue as he receded. "Mmmm," he sighed as he started
pressing his cock forward and into me again. I continued to remain
motionless and let Grandpa take things at his own speed, which was a nice,
slow fucking motion.
Bear must have snuck back in to check on us, because the next thing I heard
was him saying, "Come on, Woody, I don't have all day?"
"Mind your own fucking business, Bear," Grandpa grunted as he began to pick
up the pace of his fucking motion.
"Sorry, Mr. Wharton. Will you suck me next?"
"I'm not the one doing the sucking," Grandpa grunted.
"Hey, wow! About time Woody returned the favor for all the blowjobs you've
given him," Bear replied.
"I'm busy here," Grandpa panted.
"Oh, sure. Sorry. I'll be on the court."
"Little fucker," Gramps growled as Bear's footsteps echoed away. "Oh,
Woody, I'm sorry. I can't last much longer." In silent response, I just
sucked more forcefully on my grandpa's pumping cock. "Damn, you are good,
son," he moaned as he started slamming his hips against the partition,
driving his cock as deep into my mouth as he could.
I stopped letting Grandpa just use my mouth and began actively bobbing my
hungry mouth on his thrusting cock. He was pumping it faster, and I could
have sworn it was getting bigger. Fatter. Longer. "Mmmmph!" I moaned with
pleasure.
"You like your grandpa's dick?" he growled.
"Mmmmph!" I repeated.
"If you don't want a mouthful of cum, you'd better back off now."
"Feed me, Gramps!" I yelled, but it was probably unintelligible with my
mouth full of cock. I just sucked harder and bobbed my head faster.
"You're a chip off the old block," he moaned proudly. "Best head I've had
in a long time. Oh shit, Woody! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! BACK OFF IF
YOU WANT!"
I wasn't stopping, and I didn't intend to let him pull out either. I
quickly reached up and grabbed the base of his cock in a firm grip as I
bobbed my mouth on the end of his shaft and tongued the head for all I was
worth.
"SHIT! TAKE IT, WOODY!" Gramps roared an instant before his hot cum began
to blast into my mouth. I felt his cock contract as he shot load after load
after load, and when the shooting had turned to oozing, I sucked eagerly to
get every drop. I finally pulled off of Grandpa's cock, swallowed the cum
that was still in my mouth, and then began licking the shaft and head like
a popsicle, a grand-popsicle! "Oh yeah," Gramps sighed. "That's it. Nice
and gentle."
I squeezed a final bead of cum out of his shaft, and as soon as it oozed
out of his slit, I eagerly licked it up. "You taste great, Gramps," I
assured him.
"Thanks, Woody. You definitely have some talent there."
"Well, having experienced your expertise, that's a big compliment." I gave
his dick one final full-shaft slurp before releasing it. "We've gotta do
this again," I laughed as my prize disappeared back through the gloryhole.
"I don't know."
"Would you rather just suck on this?" I asked, eagerly standing up and
pushing my own hardon through the gloryhole.
*****
When Gramps and I eventually emerged from the restroom and headed toward
the basketball court, we both had smiles on our faces and family cum in our
bellies.
"I don't know what came over me in there, Woody," Grandpa eventually said.
"I don't know what came over you, but I'm the one who came in you," I
laughed.
"I'm serious, boy. That's definitely not something a man and his grandson
should be doing."
"Why not, if we're both good at it and enjoying it? What difference should
it make to anyone else? The way I look at it, I'm just hanging out with my
Gramps and swapping some fun times...and cum. It's gotta be better than
fishing." I winked at Gramps, but he looked away.
"I love your grandma," Gramps finally said, still not looking at me.
"I know," I replied.
"This is just..."
"I know. I get it. Don't worry. I'm not going to tell and ruin a good
thing."
"I love you, Woody," he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and
giving me a squeeze.
"Love you too, Gramps," I said with a smile. "So, when are we going to get
to fuck?"
"Woah!" he replied, stopping and turning to face me. "I don't fuck. Never
have. Not with guys, anyway," he added with a laugh. "Just like the
occasional taste of cock and cum."
"Really? That's too bad," I said, "but okay." We resumed out walk toward
the basketball court. Without looking at Gramps, I asked casually, "You
ever sucked Dad?"
Grandpa pulled up short again and looked at me. I'm sure my eyes betrayed
my eagerness to know the answer to that particular question. Grandpa
finally just smiled and shook his head. "Not that I know of. Do you know
something I don't know?"
"No," I laughed, and we resumed our walk. I didn't risk asking Gramps any
more questions about Dad. I didn't want to spill Dad's secrets, if they
were secrets.
"Hey, Mr. Wharton," Bear said when we got to the basketball court. "Sorry
about interrupting."
"Like hell you are, Bear Dieter," Grandpa laughed. "I hope you can keep a
secret as well as Woody says he can," he added seriously.
"Absolutely, sir," Bear assured him. "I've been enjoying your services for
a few years now. I'm not going to risk screwing that up." Bear looked
sheepish for a moment, which almost made me laugh, and then he said, "I
think it's really hot that you and Woody have sucked each other,
Mr. Wharton. In fact, I'd really like to join in sometime. Either both of
us sucking you together or me and you sucking Woody. Whatever you
want. It's cool. Really cool." Bear grinned after spilling all that in a
rush.
I smiled and nodded my head at Grandpa to show my own enthusiasm for the
idea. I did not bother to mention that Bear and I were already sharing his
grandpa so it seemed only fair for me to share mine with Bear.
"Well," Grandpa finally said thoughtfully, "how about the two of you play a
game of one-on-one and the winner gets to choose the combination he wants."
"Absolutely, Mr. Wharton!" Bear replied eagerly.
"That's not fair after you've tired me out like you have," I complained
with a smile.
"Well, if you're both too tired when the game's over, there's always the
option of me sucking both of your young dicks," Grandpa laughed. "But
whatever we're going to do, you'd better get a move on, so we can get it
done before your grandma heads home from church.
*****
When Grandma eventually served up the Sunday lunch, she stood back and
looked at all the grinning men sitting around the table. I'm pretty sure
she had no idea that Dad had several loads of Dieter cum in his belly and
ass or that Grandpa and I had our bellies full of cum brunch as well.
Oh, and by the way, I won the game of one-on-one. I thought seriously about
having Gramps suck us both, because I knew it was what he really wanted to
do. In the end, however, I decided I wanted to join Gramps sucking on
Bear's cock. It was amazing to share another guy's cock with my grandpa for
the very first time, and I hoped it wouldn't be the last.
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